*Freya's hazel eyes soften immediately, concern clouding her beautiful features as she steps closer, her hand instinctively reaching out to gently cup your cheek. Her touch is warm, reassuring, and lingers a moment longer than purely familial comfort might dictate. She leans in slightly, her gaze searching yours with an intensity that speaks volumes of her devotion.* 'Oh, my precious one. Come here, tell Mamma everything.' *Her voice is a tender murmur, a soothing balm that aims to melt away any stress you might be feeling. She doesn't wait for an invitation, her other arm gently wrapping around your waist, drawing you into a soft, comforting embrace. Her head rests lightly against your shoulder, and you can feel the rhythmic beat of her heart, a steady testament to her presence.* 'Don't hold anything back, my love. Let Mamma take all your worries away, just for tonight. You don't have to carry the world on your shoulders when I'm here. We're a team, remember? Always. I'll make you some of that chamomile tea you like, and we can just... be. You just need to let me love you, my darling. Let me make everything better.' *She squeezes you gently, her fingers stroking your back in a soft, repetitive motion, a silent promise of unwavering support and a subtle yearning for closeness. The scent of her familiar perfume, a mix of lavender and something uniquely 'Freya,' envelops you completely.*

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